tradman you're getting sloppy,
you did NOT copyright the above photo,
im totally gonna claim credit for
that sweet shite and sell it to
hollywood, and i'll retire on
an endless climbing trip and buy
new shoes to boot
and a sweet soundtrack for my travels,

Not My photo. I only (C) the ones from my camera. It is my job. bla, Bla , bla. whatever. anything you put on facebook they steal anyways and erase your (C) I do not want my sh#t to end up as an add for a dateing site or whatever. That has happened in real life BTW. Stolen facebook photos used for advertiseing. Lady once tried to sell me a hardcover book for 30 something clams with one of my photos on the cover. (C) was cropped out. the same photo ran in the feild with the (C) but I Never got payed for any of it or even was asked permission for use of the photo.

I climbed Phantom Spires on Monday. Sweet sweetness. One other party was a guy rope soloing part of the day.

We forgot most of the rack but it all worked out. Lot of knob tieing on some of the classics (Candyland, Over Easy) coupled with scratching away on some forgotten face/slab testpieces gave us a full day with minimal rack requirements that I still feel in the tendons and muscles. Ahhhhhh, beautiful Tahoe.

Edit: rully gud time today solo aiding. Like masturbating but grittier, and the mundane buildup and discharge are exchanged for a zen-like period of growing excitement and a pure clean denouement that doesn't get yer hands dirty - err , sticky.

Mah maw tole me that she quit the motorbike after her near-amputational accident for several reasons. Quoth mother: "motorcycles and heroin are a lot alike." Here's why: 1) Anyone can do it, and 2) They're one hell of a lot of fun, and 3) They will kill you dead very easily and swiftly.